Commit Yourself

Ciaran’s heart crawled into his throat. “Da,” he croaked.

Eoghan hissed, “Don’t call me that.”

“Ceri was a goddess,” Brenna said calmly. “She did not die. She merely surrendered her mortal aspect.”

“I loved her, and that creature --” he pointed a shakily at Ciaran -- “is the reason she’s gone.”

“Whatever he is that makes him a creature he got from her,” Brenna said.

Odran spoke up. “Eoghan, you should be honored to have been the consort of a goddess --”

“Leave this place,” Eoghan said to Ciaran, “and never come back. Perhaps you should commit yourself to the flames you created.”